I've been taking in Consolers of the Lonely, the new album from The Raconteurs (Jack White of the White Stripes' other band.) While I like the first single, "Salute Your Solution," I am also quite fond of the title track. The lyrics begin:

Haven't seen the sun in weeks,
My skin is getting pale.
Haven't got a mind left to speak
And I'm skinny as a rail.

Light bulbs are getting dim.
My interest is starting to wain.
I'm told it's everything a man could want
And I shouldn't complain.

Conversation's getting dull,
There's a constant buzzing in my ears
Sense of humor's void and null
And I'm bored to tears.